#yes i write for twst

[tiramiyuu]

"you're my friend." ☆

based on the mikito-P song, shoujo rei. | characters. ace trappola - deuce spade | tw: character death, swearing, bullying.

“Why… why….?!” A boy cried. “Why did I let that happen, I’m so stupid..” Looking at the train tracks, all Ace thought about is that day. The day his best friend died, the day the boy he falled for killed himself. In front of his friend.

Ace wanted Deuce to get bullied, so he can comfort him. He and other students bullied Deuce relentlessly. But the bullying went far, too far to the point the boy took himself out from the world.

There they were, Ace and Deuce on the train tracks. Ace looked at Deuce, wanting to confess his love already. But then..

“You’re my bestest friend, Goodbye Ace.”

Pushing Ace away from the tracks, Ace flinched as he watched Deuce get run over. Leaving his dead and crushed body on the floor. Inspecting his body, he looked at Deuce’s pale face. He was smiling. This made Ace feel more guilty, he shouldn’t had bullied him for his love.

He never wanted this to happen, looking at the picture he had of Deuce in his pocket. Tears staining the picture, he cried as hard as he can. He wanted to be taken away too, to reunite with him. To just, apologize for what he did.

“I j-just wanted to tell you how much I loved you..! Then it came to this.. I’m so fucking stupid!” Ace said once more, his tears ruining his small memory of Deuce. Staining the paper, blurring Deuce’s face with his tears.

“I wish I died with you.. Deuce..”

[ryllen]

"Don't u know what u're asking me with these?

'Abandon the sea, and stay on land'"

"Are you sure you know~ what u're getting into, Trey-san?"

[x] [x] [x]

[rakiah]

Next part of the Book 7 will be tremendous 😌🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[forcebewitht]

Hey, since book 6 has been out in English for a while, could we possibly see an Overblot!Idia x reader? I really love the idea of him dramatically taking off the mask he has on to kiss the reader.

A Dance With Death (Overblot!Idia Shroud x MC!Reader)

(Artwork by: Trashochist on Deviantart, X (Twitter), and Instagram)

(Possible TW: Slight yandere implications, stalking, manipulation, branding)

…The time had finally come. All of the trials and tribulations that you had gone through. The pain and strife that had overtaken you in just a few short days. It had all led up to this. The kidnapping of your beloved companion, Grim. The destruction of the Ramshackle dorm. The kidnapping of those who had Overblotted that you had helped through their trauma and developed bonds with overtime. The kidnapping of even the Headmaster of Night Raven College himself. The entirety of these events had thrown Night Raven College into turmoil.

And that was just what excited Idia even more. He had been watching curiously since the very first moment you had arrived at the institution. I mean- a student that didn’t have any magic? Yet arrived within a coffin here to a school of magical students? It was unheard of- and just that alone excited him. This excitement only grew once the Overblots started. His family and organization, S.T.Y.X., had been all over the research of Overblotting for years. But now, after all of this time, someone so close to him (in the school, that is-) was at the forefront of a handful of Overblots? It was far too perfect of a chance to pass up with that new Ramshackle prefect. The plan was sprung, footage and data gathered. He knew that they were going to come for their beloved friends- they were just so cool like that. Literally a superhero in disguise, an underdog that soon had risen to be one of the top dogs within the school. There was a lot of promise with them- no. Not a promise. This was the work of the Fates themselves, he believed. The Fates themselves had led someone to him. Someone powerful. Someone strong. Someone capable of protection. Someone…that could get him back what he had lost all of those years ago.

There they were. Descending down to the depths of Hell that he himself had wrought. They looked horrible- worn for wear, really. To think, these oh so powerful figures from Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Octavinelle, alongside the hero of the school themselves, would be bashed and broken already from mere secondary bosses? They wouldn’t stand a chance against this final boss. Idia grinned beneath the mask that he wore, his arms folding over themselves as the Blot around his figure billowed with every breath he took. He could feel the immeasurable power coursing through his veins- and the normally pessimistic male found himself growing rather cocky the more they walked forward. His golden gaze soon landed upon his hero- his knight in shining…well, uniform. He soon was speaking, his arms outstretched as the flames protruding from his figure began to blaze brighter- hotter.

“Bum bum buuummmm~! Our heroes have finally arrived to the final boss battle! But uh ohhhhhh~ looks like they didn’t level enough, now did they~?”

You found yourself gritting your teeth at Idia above. Already, Vil, Rook, and Epel were readying themselves at your side. The rest soon followed, the weapons they had gained during their prior fights with the Overblot Beasts being raised and ready to overwhelm Idia’s Blot. Idia began to cackle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Uh ooohh~! Eheheheheheheeeee~! They found the special gear~! But that’s really not gonna do much, you guys! Totally on top of my game, y’know~? These HP and attack stats are through. The. ROOF!”

With his words, Idia’s Overblot Beast, Ortho, began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon you and your party, forcing all of them to scatter across the area. The Beast seemed to know precisely what to do- orders most likely given before this entire fiasco began. You began to find yourself being slowly but surely separated from everyone else thanks to the Beast’s targeted attacks. This separation was key- this was what Idia wanted. He watched as you eventually were cornered entirely, exactly where he wanted you. Once more, a grin spread out under his mask. You looked so cool and tough despite all of this neverending pressure, still shouting out commands for the others to work together to defend themselves, each other, or deflect the attacks his Beast was allowing itself to barrage them all with. He soared downwards until he was finally just before you. You had jumped back slightly upon noticing him approaching, but there truly was nothing that you could use at this time to defend yourself with. He leaned forward, his clawed hands now pressing themselves to either side of the wall beside your head.

“There you are~! The hero themselves~! The shining star of the hour- no, the entirety of Night Raven College~! This is our final stage, (Y/N)! Isn’t it thrilling~?”

“Idia, this is absolutely crazy! You are going to wind up killing us all with thi-”

A clawed finger pressed itself against your lips as he shifted, shushing you gently as he rolled his glowing amber eyes.

“Okay, listen- babe. (Y/N). Baby. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Sweetie pie. Wonder Student. I’m gonna stop you riiigghhtt there, actually- because I know. I know about the whole thing. But you’re gonna be my hero, you know~? You are going to save a life- just like you’ve been doing! So, it’s all good, ‘kay~?”

You began to attempt to protest, but you soon found yourself being swept into Idia’s arms and pulled about. The crazed Overblotted Idia now began to waltz with you despite all of the destruction around the both of you. He sighed blissfully, his eyes burning ablaze with a fiery passion- it was unnerving. He leaned forward once more, now beginning to hush into your ear through that glowing mask he wore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, (Y/N). The countless hours I have spent watching and studying your damn near every move…I know your exact schedule bit by bit, y’know, ehehehehee~ I mean, with you and your coolness, you never know when you’re gonna stop another Overblot, honestly. But that coolness that you have doesn’t matter down here- and y’know why~?”

Your eyes soon widened considerably as you felt Idia grab onto your arm. One of his clawed fingers now was set ablaze with a small, blue flame. His grip was tight- commanding in every sense of the word. The flame began to trace itself upon your flesh as he continued to speak- ignoring your cries and attempts to struggle away from him.

“I know everything about you. I have seen your struggles. Your pain. I mean, separated from your home, whatever friends and family you had before…and thrust into a world of magic without any magic yourself. You have been left in the cold by the Fates themselves to fend for yourself. You struggle simply to survive from day to day without any money here…you struggle to maintain your cool and calm composure and keep people like those Heartslabyul first years and the little guy in line…and you then have to deal with the rantings and ravings of spoiled brats like those that Overblotted and, despite wanting for it all to just end, have to buck yourself up instead and keep them from ending it all? It is just an endless cycle of pain, regret, and a loveless life that you have fallen into.”

The more Idia spoke and you felt that flame burning upon your arm, the more you found yourself getting lost into the swirling golden pools upon his sleek, pale, oddly handsome face that were his eyes. For the first time since you had arrived here…you actually genuinely felt seen. You felt heard. Oddly enough, from someone that you had truly rarely seen outside of his own room within the confines of the school itself. Your own gaze finally shifted down to your arm as his finger retracted. He had burned the insignia of his family’s company, S.T.Y.X., onto your flesh. He blew out the fire on his finger, now grinning once more wickedly beneath his mask as his clawed hands now seized you by the waist once more, pulling you into his deadly embrace.

“I know, I know. I know it hurts. All of that going on and absolutely nothing to ever truly be gained from it all…well, my Wonder Student…that’s gonna end for you right now. With what I just gave you…you are mine. And when you’re mine, you have a purpose. You will be protected, provided for. No longer shall you be within the confines of a cage and hidden away in the shadows- you shall be the bright and shining star in our tale- and properly get those monetary stats and all of that raised~!”

Idia’s hand whisked over his face- where that mask was nestled. The mask faded away, revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. They glistened at you as it felt Death was grinning at you- which it essentially was. His royal blue lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as he tugged you even closer to himself, now leaning all of the way forward towards you.

“C’mon~”

He began to pull you with him once more, twisting and turning your body with himself. His clawed hands trailed up and down your figure within your shared dance of destruction, his thoughts split between what he would do with you now that you belonged to him…and that of his brother’s life that you soon would pull up from the depths of the Underworld for him. You all would be a family together- and that only seemed to excite him further as his motions grew swifter, yet sly. He soon had you dramatically dipped, and his lips captured yours in a warm, passionate kiss…thus beginning your true dance with death.

~End~

[janahanooo]

Yuu: would you still love me, if I go back to my world?

Malleus: until the day I die, I would

Yuu: please, don't say that. You have to get over me

Yuu: I don't want to hurt you any longer

Malleus: *wakes up*

Malleus: ...but how could I not love you?

Yuu: *in their world* *after a few years they adopted children and and named them after their friends in Twisted Wonderland* *is now in a nursing home*

Yuu: my only wish before I die, is to see my love for the last time

Their youngest adopted child: oh... but you said you could never see them again...

Yuu: oh I know, so don't listen to everything that this old lady/guy tells you. My memory isn't that good as it used to be... how sad indeed...

Malleus: *is sitting alone in the trone room, when a bright light is seen from the mirror*

Malleus: there is no way... Yuu?

Yuu: *is as suprised as Malleus*

Yuu: I need to stop wishing for stupid things in this old age

Malleus: but- but how? I thought I would never see you again...

Yuu: silly dragon

Yuu: you're still as young as we parted

Malleus: and you are just as beautifull when you left...

[suntails]

hijo de la luna

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 

“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 

Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.

You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”

Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”

You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 

Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.

Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 

The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.

The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.

“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.

Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”

You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”

Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.

He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

the shroud family curse and its implications for intimacy

I was thinking about what the Shroud parents must look like under their helmets and then I started wondering how they met and fell in love 🤔 While wondering about that, I came to the realization that Mr. and Mrs. Shroud's romance must have been a complicated one.

***Spoilers for books 6 and 7 of the main story below the cut!!***

Idia’s grandmother, Aidne, was the previous director of STYX. She was succeeded by her son (Idia’s father), which implies that the Shroud blood and the curse that comes with it are from the paternal side of the family. Idia’s mom, then, is the one who married into the family. (It’s not clear at this point if those that marry into the Shroud family are also magically afflicted with the same condition, but for the purposes of this post whether it is or not isn’t relevant as my point will still stand either way.)

The Shroud curse quickly burns away any blot the individual has in their body without the typical means of recovery (ie rest and self-care). If there is no blot to incinerate then the curse will turn to consuming the magical energy of the individual themselves, which could pose a threat to their wellbeing and even their life. Because of this condition, ancestors to the Shroud family threw themselves into research on blot in STYX. This would ensure that Shroud members were always around blot that could be burned in the place of their own energy, and provided a sense of false hope for them. They believed that if they worked hard enough, they may be able to find a cure for their curse--but over time, that belief waned, and instead it seems they are all now resigned to their fate and don't try to defy it. We see this is true of the latest generation of Shrouds, as Idia was groomed to become the next director of STYX from a young age even when he disliked the idea and how his responsibilities restricted his freedom. In fact, the Shrouds in general are described as being gloomy people, and this is possibly the result of the hopeless feelings they have about their curse.

A secondary consequence of the curse is that it socially isolates members of the Shroud family from society. Idia is somewhat of a special case since we also have to consider the mental and emotional anguish he experienced following his involvement in Ortho's death. However, even disregarding this horrific tragedy, it can be inferred that the Shrouds are forced into positions which make them more alone than others. For one, their jobs seem to be very demanding and literally physically keeps them away from others (besides colleagues) since the headquarters are located in bottom of the sea. In Idia's post-OB flashback, we get dialogue which implies that he is not allowed outside very often--something which we can attribute to his being the heir to STYX. This may imply that previous Shrouds experienced similar childhoods, and this is just a continuation of the cycle. (I do want to point out here that Idia says his family used to go out to various places together when Ortho was still alive, so it's not a strict requirement that the Shrouds have zero outside interaction. They obviously do go outside the lab, but we cannot say for sure how frequently.)

More importantly, there is also an emotional and psychological component to isolation. You do not need to actually be alone in a room to be considered "isolated" from others. You could, in fact, be in a room full of people and still feel "isolated" because you haven't made any meaningful connection with them. This is what I think it must feel like to be a Shroud out in the world. You may technically be considered a part of the population, but you still don't quite fit in. For example, Idia has previously expressed worries that people will stare at his hair and recognize him as a Shroud, then ridicule his appearance and attitude. Indeed, the gloomy presence that the Shrouds give off seems to be a major deterrent for others to interact with THEM. All that time spent in physical isolation must have also had an impact on the Shrouds' ability to socialize. Idia is a strong example of this; he is an avid gamer and feels comfortable with taunting people via a screen. His face-to-face manner of speaking, meanwhile, can be incendiary and often rubs his classmates the wrong way. His father is not the exact same as him, but Mr. Shroud seems to have his own issues communicating affection and tends to describe things in a serious manner or in terms of work. Thinking about the way the curse is constructed too, there is a built-in fear that the Shrouds can never truly form long-lasting relationships with others, nor completely reveal their true selves to friends. Idia exposits as much in book 6. When Ortho tries to get his big brother to be friends with the OB boys, Idia dismisses the idea and says it won't matter in the end because they will be "sent down the river" and have their memories of those fun times completely purged. This illustrates a defeatist mindset which may be pervasive in all or most of the Shroud family: if this is going to be the fate of my loved ones, why bother getting close to anyone at all? It will just be more painful for us in the end.

SO LIKE. What was Mr. Shroud probably going through when he was seeing his then-girlfriend????? ??? ??? ??? ? ? ??? ? ?? He was probably so frustrated that he couldn't tell her anything about who he really was, and probably even more frightened that if he did ever tell the truth, he might lose her forever (via River Lethe memory wipe). And even if she still accepts him for it, then what??? Then she has to join the Shroud family, and that's basically damning her to the same mopey life he has, researching blot in the middle of nowhere until they're nothing but bones. Imagine how intense that guilt must be, knowing that you (yes, YOU) are responsible for "dragging down" your beloved into the same miserable circumstances that you're in. Not only that, but surely then you'd also have to tell your S/O that any children you conceive together will have the exact same destiny in STYX. It's not just Mr. Shroud either, it must be generations of Shrouds going through this same thing.

But, but, but!! In spite of his fear, Mrs. Shroud must have said yes because she truly loves him with all her heart… Their relationship must be built on such a strong foundation of trust and loyalty 😭 (From here, this is all speculation/headcanon/me rotting about the Hades-and-Persephone-esque romance I picture Idia's parents having. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) I don't think that Mr. Shroud would be the one to initiate or to be affectionate. At most, maybe he had a shy sort of crush on her. More likely it was Mrs. Shroud that first expressed a romantic interest and passionately pursued him. And then maybe over time his feelings blossomed but he was still too afraid to put this massive burden on her shoulders, knowing the responsibility he bears as the future director of STYX... BUT HE HAS ALSO BECOME TOO ATTACHED TO HER TO CUT HER OUT OF HIS LIFE COMEPLETELY... Her very presence is screwing with his usual sense of cool, calculated logic 💀

AND WHAT ABOUT "THE TALK" THEY'D HAVE TO HAVE TO FULLY DISCLOSE EVERYTHING???? HOW MUCH MR. SHROUD MUST'VE BEEN SWEATING WAITING FOR HER ANSWER????? ?? ?? ? ? ? Oh, Sevens. Now I've done it. Here comes the moment where he gets dumped and his mom sends in a whole squadron of men to kidnap his girlfriend and clean her brain up. But NO 😭 Instead Mrs. Shroud just clasps his hands and insists that they should get married so he'll never have to wallow in those miserable thoughts all alone... He's confused and keeps begging her to reconsider, because this decision will inevitably throw her entire life off course.

"Are you sure about this? If you say yes to me, your fate will be sealed. You can never turn back. Your life will be sworn to the Isle of Woe." "Yup, I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life! Let's burn in the Underworld together, darling <3"

She provides a response that’s so easy and devil-may-care that he doesn’t know what to say back, so he just quietly laughs… and slowly those quiet laughs morph into quiet sobs… (like how flashback!Idia transitioned from laughing to crying when he was bragging about how indestructible the “new” Ortho is 😈 LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON—)

Idia drops this line during his extended post-OB flashback: "So it's romantic when a hero rescues his ladylove from the Underworld, but when I do the same for my brother it's wrong?" WHAT IF THAT WAS TRUE, BUT WITH THE GENDER ROLES REVERSED, FOR HIS PARENTS???? ?? ? ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? Mrs. Shroud willing to literally throw herself into the Underworld to "save" Mr. Shroud... like how Persephone was willing to stay there with Hades... 🙃 I'LL EAT THAT SHIT UP, JUST DROP THE "HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER" UPDATE OF TWST, DEVS..... . . . .. ..... . . .. . .. . . . . . . .. .... . . .. . . .... . . .. . . . .

Okay, I'm done screaming and sobbing at the wall for now--.

[yuri-is-online]

Hello!

Congratulations on getting 300 followers! Feel free to ignore this request if you'd like, but can you do prompt #7 with Jamil, Ace, and Trey?

7. Wearing a maid outfit during a culture fair

Thank you <3 And there is no way I am ignoring this one when you picked maybe the best possible line up for it.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, mild cringe, a bit... suggestive and light spoilers for the white rabbit event in Trey's part (i.e. Yuu references the event costumes) Check out the rest of the event requests here.

Jamil

"Welcome back master!" You cheerfully give the greeting Ortho had helped you practice and immediately wish for death as soon as you see just who the customer you gave it to is. Jamil stares at you, really stares at you, eyes shot wide cognitive thought completely evaporated from his brain.

"Do- have you-" He coughs, fighting off the urge to hide in his hood. "Have you been greeting everyone like that?"

"Um yes, Ortho said it was the appropriate way to greet customers at a maid cafe." Not that this was a maid cafe exactly, it was a booth handing out bottled water to attendees of the NRC culture fair the school nurse had insisted on setting up. You were supposed to be wearing a dorm uniform to really sell that school pride, but Ramshackle doesn't have one so you had jokingly offered to wear a maid outfit, something Ortho apparently decided was brilliant and convinced Vil to let you borrow one from the film club. You weren't sure why you agreed to this but hey, at least it was cute. Jamil certainly doesn't seem to disagree.

"Well you should stop, it's extremely undignified." That's what he says, but it's missing the usual edge his critiques usually have. If you didn't know any better, you would think that he's embarrassed, which gives you a brilliant idea.

"Maaaaaster," you make sure to whine out the title with a big pout as you move directly into his personal space keeping just enough distance between you two to be tempting, delighting in how his throat twitches at the title "I'm working really hard to make you happy y'know? It's really rude to say that's 'undignified.'" You stay like that for a brief moment, gears in Jamil's mind whirring so fast they might as well be letting off steam. Finally, the breath he's been trying to catch finally goes down taking him with it.

"JAMIL!" He huffs at your concern from his new home on the pavement in annoyance.

"Seriously, it's rude to tease."

Ace

"Oh come on what even is the point of this?" In today's episode of Night Raven Comedy, Ace is shouting in disappointment at his reflection in Yuu's bedroom mirror while they and Deuce stand hands folded in disappointment just behind him.

"Really I don't get why you are so surprised." Says Deuce. 'Wasn't this entire thing your idea?"

"What's that got to do with it?" He snaps, face softening slightly when he looks at you but returning to annoyance when Deuce starts to smirk at him. "Don't tell me you're actually excited about dressing like this?" Deuce shrugs.

"I mean don't get me wrong it is embarrassing, but honestly seeing you dressed up like this makes it worth it." The grin on Deuce's face is outright evil, and you silently sigh, searching around your room for Grim's ribbon. About a month ago, Crewel had announced that your class would need to put together a booth for the school culture fair and asked for suggestions. Someone had complained it would be useless to try and compete with the other classes without a gimmick and Ace, for some reason, had suggested maid outfits. You weren't sure what surprised you more, that suggestion or that everyone had agreed with it.

"Why did you suggest a maid cafe if you didn't want to dress up like a maid?" You ask, already annoyed and adding ibuprofen to your mental list of things to make sure to bring with you when the three of you are finally ready to leave. He mutters an answer and you sigh. "Speak up I can't hear you."

"Yeah Ace," laughs Deuce, dodging a pillow Ace throws at his head "why did you suggest it?"

"Because I wanted to see you dressed like one." He mutters, pouting while Deuce laughs before turning on you. "And don't act like you didn't go along with it! Why did you vote for it?"

"Because I wanted to see you in a maid outfit too."

Oh, judging by the judgment Deuce is passing on both of you and Ace's shock you said that out loud, didn't you...

Trey

Breathe in breathe out. Busy your hands by adjusting your glasses and fix your smile in place and take another deep breath before you speak and focus on the eyes.

"That's an interesting outfit you have on Prefect." Trey says, and you sigh in relief. Finally someone normal.

"Thanks! I was worried it would be a bit too much." Realistically speaking you know it is, seriously maid outfits are already cute enough, adding bunny ears, ribbons, and a frilly tail just makes it lethal. Cater almost made you late with how many pictures he insisted on taking before you managed to escape.

"Well I don't know about that, it's certainly extremely cute though." Trey crosses his arms and tries to avoid gripping his bicep too hard. The way you light up at his praise doesn't help. "Where did you get it if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh Deuce's mom gave it to me when we visited Clock Town." Your nod causes the bunny ears to bounce and someone takes in a sharp breath. "Riddle said it would be helpful if Deuce could wear his costume for your booth about the Queen of Hearts, but he didn't want to dress up alone so I volunteered to help."

"Is Deuce wearing a... similar costume?" It could be just you, but Trey sounds like he's feeling a bit sick.

"Well kind of? He isn't a maid bunny. But speaking of Deuce I should really get back! Wouldn't want Riddle to get angry." You are clearly waiting for him to say something, but Trey doesn't trust himself to speak. "Trey?" You reach up towards his forehead forcing him to get a really good look at the entire costume as you try checking his temperature and frown in distress. "Oh you're practically burning up, let me walk you to the hospital wing I don't think Riddle will mind if-"

"You should be a bit more careful." Trey catches your hand as you go to take it away from his forehead, keeping you close to him yellow eyes daring you to step in just a bit further. "You aren't from around here, but surely even you know how deep a rabbit hole can go, right Prefect?"

[yaksha-lover]

ahh just thinking about malleus and yuu finally having their ‘you called me by my name’ moment. no more tsunotaro/hornton, no more child of man. just calling each other’s real name in a moment of panic.

[strwbrythoughts]

now...what do i do with my little troublemaker? | jade leech

Jade surprises you on your birthday (which you didn't tell him about).

A/N: It's my birthday (31st March) I'm 19 now! Here's to a year of growth and love, thank you for the love and support you've given me thus far <3 fem!reader here!

Divider by @/osqrie

Jade felt like he could slap a fish out of water right now.

One glance at the scowl -that was very much out of place for the eel- decorating his visage and one could tell he was not himself.

"Hey, Jade~ when are you gonna pull out the surprise gift or celebration for your favourite little shrimpy?" His twin had questioned him as early as 8 in the morning. Their walk to school was brought to a temporary halt, with him shooting Floyd a somewhat confused look.

"Whatever do you mean by that, Floyd?"

It was Floyd's turn to be confused. "You didn't know? Today's her birthday, she didn't tell you that? Or did it just slip your mind...that's not like you, eh~?" A small giggle left his lips. However, the amusement was short-lived as Floyd noticed the complete silence from Jade. Even someone as scary as him would never want to know what ran through his twin's mind whenever he refused to utter a single word.

The other students, also walking to the main building repelled from the pair that stopped right in the middle of the street. Had they been some insignificant students, they would've been ridiculed and possibly (read: most definitely) been involved in some sort of scuffle. But these were not some randoms one could brush off so easily, this was the feared pair of twins, notorious for their scheming smiles and otherworldly strength.

However, in this very moment, even Floyd was unnerved with his twin. Slowly but surely, a small smile crept its way onto Jade's face before he opened his mouth to speak. "Thank you for the reminder, Floyd. Perhaps it did slip my mind...silly me. Let us continue our journey."

Floyd couldn't help but pout childishly as his twin walked ahead of him with quite the pace. "Wait up, Jade, you're walking too fast~"

He didn't bother to look back. They both had ridiculously long legs, surely Floyd would catch up to him in time. For now, he had a girlfriend to surprise...and perhaps, punish for a little bit for keeping her precious day a secret from her beloved.

--

"Hey, henchhuman! There's a letter for you here."

Grim's voice echoed from the front door of Ramshackle Dorm, calling for [Y/N] to make her way over to him. The envelope was intricately designed, giving off an exclusive and luxurious feel. It was even sealed with wax, and if one observed closely, the wax was stamped; a moray and a shrimp curled into each other to form a heart shape. Grim couldn't help but hold onto it carefully. He was pretty (very) sure that the envelope in his hands cost more than a lifetime of tuna.

[Y/N]'s footsteps made small thuds as she walked down the stairs. She sluggishly dragged her feet, having just gotten out of the shower and wanting nothing more to relax. Though, the slight frown on her face told a slightly different story. You see...

No one had wished her a happy birthday today. Except for Grim, who woke her up with a loud 'happy birthday!' this morning.

It wasn't like she desperately yearned for a grand celebration. All she had hoped for was for someone to remember, yet it seemed that not even her close friends, Ace and Deuce, seemed to be aware of it. Though she could tolerate that. Those two were idiots that shared a single brain cell. She was much more upset with her boyfriend.

[Y/N] was spacing out as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. A slight tug at her pants pulled her out of her trance. Looking down, she saw Grim holding out the letter to her.

"Come on, stop spacing out. Open it!"

"Alright, alright, just be patient with me for a little." She opened the envelope as carefully and delicately as she could. Inside was a golden piece of paper, the paper itself felt exclusive...like the ones she would feel in a hard cover book. The letter unfolded and presented itself, clearly having been charmed by the sender.

"Read it out loud, henchhuman! I want to know what it says." Grim cheered, a bit too short to see from his position on the floor.

[Y/N] chuckled before doing so.

"The only one I call my beloved,

It is with great pleasure that I invite you to a very special event, held specially at your favourite place in Night Raven College. As the organiser, I am fully aware of your extreme tendencies to worry about your appearance, even excessively at times.

Fret not. The perfect outfit has been prepared for you. The probability of you liking said outfit has been calculated to be approximately 99.9%. Of course, should you experience the feeling of disdain upon feeling the outfit hugging your figure, my team has a broad variety for you to choose from later.

Save the date; 31st March at your most favourite place, 2 pm. Should you not turn up 30 minutes after the designated start time of the event, the team will come pick you up personally.

Much love."

[Y/N] finished reading the letter as it folded itself into its original form. She met Grim's eyes. No words were exchanged, yet they both had a knowing look in their gaze. Even if the letter wasn't signed, there was no such question as 'who could've sent this?'

Before either of them had the time to break the silence with any words, the letter changed its form. A bright ray of white light that nearly blinded them both shone in the entrance hallway. As the light dimmed down, their jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock.

The letter had turned into a stunning dress.

The dress was a combination of [Y/N]'s favourite colours in dark shades. The floor-length dress featured a fitted bodice, hugging her figure perfectly as if it was a second skin. The V-neckline was adorned with lace, which traced her collarbones delicately. The sheer long sleeves added a mystique feel to the outfit.

A satin sash cinched her silhouette at the waist, which cascaded down her back into a bow which would definitely trail elegantly if she moved. The skirt was the main attraction of the outfit, luxurious layers of chiffon and silk that flowed all the way to the floor.

The final touch of the dress was the embellished hem of the gown, delicate beads and sequins that caught the light with the slightest movement of the wearer. [Y/N] couldn't help but feel as if she had seen this dress somewhere...

Her hair was styled into a beautiful princess bun, with a few strands of hair elegantly framing her face. Her feet were adorned with a pair of low heels that clicked onto the floor just how she liked it.

"Whoa, henchhuman...he really outdid himself this time."

[Y/N] didn't know how to respond properly to that. She felt like she was in a dream.

A knock at the door broke the silence between them. It was 2.30 pm when she glanced at the clock. Ah, it was his 'team', was it?

--

[Y/N] couldn't recall much of what happened on her way to Octavinelle Dorm's Mostro Lounge. She only remembered the fear of possibly falling off from Kalim's magic carpet as it flew and sped through the school, as well as Kalim's laughter upon hearing her and Grim's screams.

The duo took deep breaths to calm themselves down. After finally getting their heartbeats stable, they observed the lounge and the decorations. They seemed to compliment [Y/N]'s dress perfectly. However, their visions were limited as the only lights present were the candles on an elegantly decorated birthday cake. Even Kalim, their guide, was nowhere to be seen.

Grim was about to push her to go over to the cake. Before he could do so, he was grabbed by a pair of arms. His mouth was also covered so that he couldn't alert [Y/N] with any sound.

She was, of course, aware of Grim's sudden disappearance as well. However, her eyesight was limited and she didn't want to risk destroying any Mostro Lounge property or she would have to pay for them out of her own pockets.

She only had one choice; to walk over to the birthday cake.

Her heels clicked on the floor. She found herself in front of the cake in no time. As soon as she stood in front of it, the lounge lit up and all her friends - from the 1st years to the 3rd years - started singing her the classic happy birthday tune. Jade stood next to her, one hand holding Grim and the other around her waist.

"Happy birthday, [Y/N]!"

The whole group took turns engulfing her into a hug, with the best one saved for last.

The lounge eventually had a lot of noise; with people eating, drinking and conversing with each other after having had the chance to hug the star of the day. After Jade had hugged her, everyone huddled up around her to witness her cutting the cake.

Quite cheesy if you asked [Y/N], but hey, it's a surprise for her. The least she could do was accept it.

--

After the final shutter of the camera for the day, her boyfriend had whisked [Y/N] away from the crowd in the lounge. She was now sat at a quiet booth in a more secluded area of the lounge with a pair of heterochromic eyes observing her every move carefully.

"Did you enjoy this celebration, dearest?"

His silky smooth and soft voice snapped her out of her trance. She nodded eagerly, excited to express her gratitude to her most beloved.

"Of course! You didn't have to Jade, really...I love anything that you do."

He couldn't help letting out a little chuckle. Oh, if she had the slightest idea of what kind of strings he pulled to execute this plan...

His right hand was placed on top of hers. Gently squeezing it, his voice dropped a few octaves along with its volume.

"Mind to enlighten me on why you didn't think to tell me today was your birthday?"

[Y/N] quite literally froze in shock. Her lips could only curl into a crooked smile as she began speaking, with a somewhat shaky voice.

"A-ah, I did, didn't I...?" She was praying to the Great Seven that she was in the right. Yet the smile on his face told her that lady luck had no luck to shine on her today.

He stroked the right side of her face with his other hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Don't look so fearful, my dearest, even though it is an adorable expression on you. Now...what do I do with my little troublemaker?"

[Y/N] let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm in danger."

"This dress, is the Noir Vogue dress that you eyed at the mall last week."

Her eyes widened. That's why it felt so familiar! It was the luxury brand that Jade and Floyd used a lot, though she assumed that it was a brand they consumed, not a brand their family quite literally own.

"You can keep it...only if you complete your quota of one thousand kisses daily, for a week."

"Deal!"

Thank you for reading!

Bonus: What Jade did and why no one wished [Y/N] happy birthday (in bullet point form)

Jade was absolutely pissed that he had no idea of her birthday being today. I see him as someone that would be really dedicated and somewhat possessive of his lover. The fact that her friends (like Ace and Deuce) know her birthday but not him gets his blood boiling underneath his skin.

Her friends remembered her birthday but didn't wish her birthday because...

Jade literally sent out a PSA in the groupchat without her (idk i feel like it's funny if they somehow have a group but act like they don't know each other irl LMAO) to save their wishes and gifts for the surprise party he's throwing

Quite literally threatens to ruin anyone's lives that dare say happy birthday to her before he does (except grim, cause. she literally sleeps next to grim)

Tldr; Jade is one crazy, lovesick and down bad eel

[tiyoin]

Floyd would prob like watching Spongebob.

HAHAHA OMG YES

YES

i can just imagine floyd running into it on day while internet surfing.

at first i think he’s like “…ha” kinda like a ‘oh my god this is so funny but i didn’t expect it to be’

but then time goes on and he def thinks about it, like a LOT. and of course, our poor leech falls victim to the ‘spongebob binge phase’ and just obsessively watches spongebob!!

AND THE FACT THAT IRS SEA THEMED MAKES IT SOOO MUCH BETTER TO EL OH ELL

there’s def a few times he related with some of the scenes too 😭

i can kinda see him as a patrick guy??? or maybe even a spongebob guy🤔 WAIT I THINK HED LIKE SQUIDWARD BECAUSE HE FINDS HIM RELATABLE (in bad moods) AND SCHEMES FUNNY… or maybe even plankton 😳(idk)

tell me or tell me that floyd would fuck with azul by telling him there’s this rival establishment with THEE best burgers ever.

obviously azul is confused because he’s the one and only restaurant / lounge at night raven college. only for floyd to snicker with a ‘not anymore’

and ofc azul is like: take me there!

and floyd is like: mmm no.

but now azul is on the hunt for a place called ‘the crusty crab’ and wants to know if anyone has a ‘krabby patty’ 💀

ofc azul gets laughed out of his socks by others from the sheer desperation of needing to know about this krabby patties ‘secret formula’ 😭😭

*azul slowly merges into plankton*

floyd is HOWLING with laughter as azul comes storming into the monstro, his cold blood turning his once porcelain cheeks aflame with the fires hotter than hell. so hot that it turned him into a blueberry.

“floyd-“

floyd flops a suspicious burger onto and even more suspiciously placed plate dab smack in front of azul. he looked at azul, then to the burger before fixing him a a crooked smile. “heard you were hound’s fer one of these guys.” he pushed the plate closer to him causing a droplet to fall from a red, thin tomato slice.

“is- is that-“

“a krabby patty? yeah.” he shrugs, leaning closer onto the cabinet to watch azul’s mouth drop with disbelief.

he grabs the burger bringing it up to azul, “i managed to get the last one for the day, impressive since they sell out so fast” floyd watched azul attempt to speak, but he just bit into the burger.

he moaned on faux delight. “hmm n it’s so good too.”

“floyd!” azul gasped, attempting to lunge for the burger. on cue floyd stumbled back, fingers loosening their grip in the burgers soft, golden patty.

cinematically, the once unified burger slowly started falling apart as it raced like raindrops to the floor.

with a sad squelch, the lettuce, tomato, pickles- alotta pickles, onions the burger and the most important ingredient. the secret one. all fell to the floor.

azul could only gap in despair as the elusive ‘krabby patty’ now laid ruined on the floor. he was desperate, yes, he first and foremost- he was a gentleman.

“floyd you- you!!”

“relax ‘zul, i’ll just get you ‘nother one”

“how?? because i can’t seem to find this ‘krusty krab’ anywhere! it’s nowhere on campus, no where on sage isle, and nowhere under water!!”

floyd could only laugh. oh my god. how can someone be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time.

“don’t worry,” he sniffed “i know a guy😼”

[twistiraki]

Untill playtime do us part

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Cheka's high-pitched voice rang through the room, begging Leona to play with him. Leona's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he lounged on bed, not even bothering to look down at him.

"Unca Leona, come on! Let's play!" Cheka pleaded, tugging at Leona's arm.

Leona let out an exasperated sigh. "Cheka, I've already told you, I don't want to play right now. Why don't you go bother someone else?" he said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch.

"But I wanna play with you!" Cheka whined, pouting his lip.

"I'm busy, Cheka. Go play with someone else," Leona grumbled, not wanting to be bothered with the young boy's antics.

But just as Cheka's bottom lip began to tremble, Y/N walked into the room. Leona's demeanor changed slightly, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

Leona smirked at Y/n. "Ah, Your timing couldn't be more perfect," he said, teasingly.

Y/N rolled their eyes, used to Leona's antics by now. "Have you been avoiding Cheka again?" they asked, sitting down next to him.

Leona let out a long sigh. "He just never gives up. I can't even take a nap without him bothering me," he grumbled.

Y/N chuckled. "Well, you are his favorite uncle," they pointed out.

Leona grunted in response, not really in the mood to argue. "Anyway, I was hoping you could watch him for a bit. I really need to catch up on some sleep," he said, practically shoving Cheka towards Y/N.

Y/N sighed but nodded. "Sure, I'll keep an eye on him," they agreed, standing up from the couch.

Cheka's face lit up at  Y/N. “Y/N! Let's play together!" he exclaimed, tugging at their hand.

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded, taking Cheka's hand and leading him off to play.

Leona watched as Cheka and Y/n disappeared out of the room before settling back into the couch. He lets out a sigh of relief, finally able to relax without the young boy pestering him. 

A while later, Cheka burst back into the room, excitement written all over his face. "Unca Leona, come play with us!" he begged, tugging on Leona's arm.

Leona let out an annoyed sigh, but before he could refuse, Y/N interjected. "Come on, Leona. It won't hurt to play a little." Y/N said with a smile. “Actually, we were just about to play, but Cheka was certain we needed you too." they asked, gesturing towards the pile of items on their hands.

Cheka's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, yes!" he exclaimed, running towards Y/n.

Leona rolled his eyes, but he begrudgingly got up from the couch. "Alright, herbivore. I'll play with you guys." he said, getting up and following Cheka and Y/N to where they were playing.

Leona hated that his nap had been interrupted, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Y/N for taking some of the pressure off of him. As they all started playing together, Leona found himself watching Y/N more than playing. He loved the way they smiled and laughed, and the way their eyes lit up with excitement.

As the game progressed, Cheka suddenly announced that they were going to play wedding. "Leona and Y/N are getting married!" he declared, holding up two dolls.

Leona's face turned a little red at the mention of marriage, especially with Y/N. He tried to brush it off ,but felt a little embarrassed as Cheka placed a makeshift veil over Y/n's head. He tried to hide his smile by pretending to look annoyed, but he couldn't resist the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Y/n, on the other hand, felt a deep blush creeping up their neck. They had never expected to be in this kind of situation with Leona, especially not in front of Cheka.

Cheka continued to drag Leona and Y/N along with his wedding charade, not realizing the effect it was having on the two of them. Y/N and Leona were getting increasingly embarrassed as the game progressed, but Cheka was too stubborn to give up.

"Come on, Unca Leona, you have to kiss the bride now!" Cheka declared with a wide grin on his face, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his tiny hands.

Leona's smug expression wavered for a moment as he looked at Y/N. He had feelings for them . "I won't bite, herbivore," he teased, leaning down to give Y/N a quick peck on the cheek.

Y/N blushed furiously at the gesture, and Cheka clapped his hands in delight. "See, Unca Leona likes the bride!" he exclaimed.

Leona rolled his eyes, trying to regain his composure. He was about to protest further when Cheka suddenly turned to him with a serious expression. "Unca Leona, do you love Y/N?"

Leona felt his cheeks flush at the question. He wasn't expecting Cheka to be so blunt. "That's none of your business, kid," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Cheka, however, was not deterred. "I think you do love them," he said with conviction. "And I think Y/N loves you too."

"What do you mean, Cheka?" Leona asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

Cheka nodded earnestly. "You look at Y/N just like how daddy  looks at mommy. And you talk a lot about Y/N at home. They are your special person, aren't they?" Cheka said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Leona felt his heart skip a beat at the words. He had been trying to keep his feelings for Y/N a secret, but now he was starting to wonder if they felt the same way. He turned to Y/N, who was also blushing, and felt a smirk forming on his lips.

"Looks like the kid's got it all figured out," he said, his voice low and smug. "Maybe we should make this wedding official after all."

Y/N looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and affection, and Leona couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest. Maybe it was time to stop pretending and finally tell them how he felt.

"You know what, Cheka?" he said, pulling Y/N closer. "I think you might be onto something. Let's make this wedding real." And with that, he leaned in to give Y/N a real kiss, finally confessing his feelings for them.

As he pulled back, he caught Y/N's eye, and something in the way they were looking at him made his heart skip a beat.

"Actually," he whispers in Y/n’s ear, his voice low and smug. "I might just have to take a bite out of you after all."

[intern-seraph]

mercy, mercy

You await judgement for unknowingly violating the human-fae treaty. The punishment is typically death, but the ever-so-kind General Vanrouge has an alternative proposal. (AKA, "I told my fae boyfriend that thinking about him behaving more like he did as a General is hot and we turned it into a scene??? (Not clickbait) (Gone sexual)")

i need lilia vanrouge to rail me into the bed (he is 3 inches shorter than me) anyways writing out the tags for this was kinda wild lmao please enjoy

originally posted on ao3

cws: BDSM scene, sexual roleplay, dom/sub dynamic, hard dom lilia, elements of consensual non-consent, sensory deprivation (sight), safeword usage, whipping, riding crops, collaring+leashes, degradation, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, spanking, orgasm control, forced orgasm, crying, rough oral sex, blowjobs, deepthroating, rough sex, vaginal sex, creampie, choking, aftercare, safe sane consensual, fem!reader

At this point, you’ve lost track of time. The room is so dark, not a single light turned on; even the windows are covered. You’re shaking when the door finally opens. You wince away from the narrow beam of light that slips through the cracked doorway. It’s quickly blocked, however, by a familiar and terrifying shadow. Your throat tightens, but despite the fear that shoots down your spine, you throw yourself on the floor before your captor.

“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-to trespass. I swear, General, i-if I knew that I was going to pass through fae lands I —”

The door slams shut. You jolt and curl into yourself, whimpering. A boot presses down on your back, keeping you prostrate before the General. You can feel it as he stares down his nose at you. “Silence.” Your jaw clacks shut. “Intent means nothing. You are a trespasser, and therefore have broken the treaty between our people. Such a crime could be punished with death.”

Another whimper. Despite his command, you whisper, “Please, spare me. I beg of you.”

The pressure on your back increases. You cry out, shaking against the tread of his boot. “I told you to be silent. Do not make me repeat myself again, human. Now, while the punishment for your crime would typically be death, I have leave to do with you what I please.” The boot on your back vanishes. Before you can react, his fingers tangle in your hair and pull you to sit up on your shins. The General’s glowing ruby eyes rake down your body. “I think I know what will please me. It’s been so long since I last had a warm, soft body to keep me company.”

He doesn’t have to elaborate. Your breath hitches in your chest, eyes widening. On instinct, you press your thighs together. “Y-you want…”

“I want you, little human. It’s a far better fate than the alternative, I assure you. A warm bed, good food, fine clothing… and all I ask in return is your body.”

“A pet.”

“A crude way of saying it.”

“But I’m right.”

He yanks your hair, prying out a yelp of pain. “Your freedom or your life, human.”

It’s not much of a choice. You lower your gaze, take your bottom lip between your teeth. “Alright.”

The hand in your hair relents. He laughs lowly, his cruel grip turning into affectionate petting. You lean into his touch without thinking, grateful for the warmth. “Good human. You’ll train up nicely, I think.” Without a word, his hand leaves you. You collapse without his support. The General paces around you, paying no mind to your prone body. Behind you, you hear him rifle through something. He appears at your back in a few strides and slips one hand around your throat. It’s not enough to restrict your breathing, but it still makes you tense up. Gently, he coaxes you to sit back on your heels. A strip of soft leather meets your skin, and you breathe out a shaky sigh as he fastens a collar around your neck. “We’ll start right away.”

He tugs on the lead. You follow the pull, scrambling to your feet. “S-start what?” you ask.

The General laughs. Suddenly, he shoves you face-first onto a soft, springy surface. “Your training, of course. Starting with a punishment for your misbehavior.” He hums as his fingers begin to unlace your blouse from behind to reveal your skin to the chilly air. Your pants go the same way, leaving you in your lacy underthings. He pauses, and you feel the way he drinks in the sight of your pretty underwear before you’re stripped of that, too. A calloused finger trails down your spine. You shiver and press your face into the sheets. “So reactive, how darling! Now, I believe we’ll start with twenty-five lashes.”

“Twenty-five?”

“Mm. One for each year that the treaty you violated has been in place. That seems fair to me. What, do you have any objections?”

You remember the feeling of his boot on your back. Quietly, you respond, “No.”

“No…?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He fiddles with something, then the worn length of a leather whip slides along your bare skin. Again, you startle, and he snickers at you. “I’ll keep count. Stay still, will you?”

“Yes, sir.”

There’s no further warning for his first strike. The whip cracks against your back. Again and again, each strike paints a searing line of pain across the bared skin. You grip the bed sheets hard enough for your knuckles to pale, squeezing your eyes shut and biting back the tears. You don’t know when the pain progressed from arousing to just painful, but the moment you realize, you wet your lips and gasp out, “Yellow!”

Immediately, Lilia stops. The soft thump of the whip hitting the floor is followed shortly by the bed dipping. He gathers you up in his arms, checking you over with a worried frown. “Are you alright, darling? Did I go too far?”

You sniffle, burrowing your face in his chest. “No more whipping.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to switch to something else or should we move to another kind of play?”

“The crop. But not too much more or I won’t be able to lie on my back.”

“Alright. I’ll fetch it; will you be alright if I leave for a moment?”

“Mhm.” You crane your neck and kiss his cheek before he pulls away. He chuckles, kissing your temple in response. It doesn’t take long for him to return. There’s a faint crinkling sound, then smooth plastic touches your lips.

“I brought some water, too. Drink up!”

Smiling, you take the water bottle and take a few sips, clearing your throat as you hand the bottle back. “Thanks.” You roll your shoulders a little, then roll back onto your stomach like before. “Green.”

Lilia hums, and you resist the urge to look back at him. Then, something whishes through the air, and the crop strikes your ass. You yelp, jolting. He snickers, stroking the impact mark with the tip of the crop. “Ah, humans make such adorable noises. Make more of them for me, pet.”

Another strike. Another yelp. You hiss and press your face into the sheets, sticking your ass up higher without thinking. Three. Four. There’s a pause. You hold your breath and brace yourself.

“That was twenty-five, pet,” says the General. The tension leaves your body, and you go limp. A gloved hand strokes your back, the touch soothing the hot, angry lines criss-crossing your skin. “Tell me, have you learned your lesson?”

You mumble something into the sheets. He tugs on your leash, pulling your upper body off of the bed and forcing your back into an arch as you instinctively escape the choking sensation.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” His voice drips with saccharine kindness slathered atop a mound of derision. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sir!” you wheeze. “I — hah! — I’ve learned my lesson!”

He lets the leash slacken. You fall forward onto your palms, wheezing quietly. The General slips his calloused fingers beneath your collar to stroke the nape of your neck. “Remember: do not make me repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Rather than respond, his presence vanishes entirely. You tense up in anticipation. He doesn’t leave you waiting for long. He presses two fingers through your folds, making you jolt. A laugh shakes the air around you as he gathers the slickness that’s built up between your thighs. “Already excited, pet? You know, the whipping was supposed to be a punishment. Yet here you are, dripping everywhere and dirtying my fingers. Is my pet truly that depraved?” Your head drops with shame. Again, the General laughs. His clothed body drapes heavily over yours, erection pressing into the small of your back. He pushes his fingers into your hole and gives a few experimental pumps. When you moan, he shoves them deeper. His other hand flies up to grip your jaw. He wrangles your mouth open with his thumb and presses down on your tongue. You can’t stop your pleasured noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt.

Your hips jerk sporadically as your body chases his touch. He snickers, thrusting his fingers faster and faster while you wriggle beneath him. “Keehehe… does that feel good?” Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod as best as you can with his hand still keeping your head in place. Fangs and a warm tongue on the nape of your neck are your reward; he teases your skin with little nips and kitten licks that make you shiver and jolt. The General pauses his fingerfucking, then blows a puff of air against your damp skin. You squeak, bucking your hips without thinking. “Think only of this, of the pleasure I bring you, because this is your life now, pet. Your place is beneath me, writhing and squealing while I have my fill of you. You don’t need anything else in that pretty little head of yours.”

Desperate for friction, you start to roll your hips against his palm. He lets you hump his hand for some time, cooing patronizingly even as he indulges you by twisting his hand to rub your clit with his thumb. The fingers in your mouth delve deeper and make you gag — your cunt spasms around the fingers of his other hand and forces out a strangled moan. Finally, he deems you worthy of his effort again and begins pumping his fingers in and out of you once again. You whine out your gratitude, tears pricking your eyes.

“Come for me.”

You obey without a second thought. The General frees your mouth as you convulse beneath him, gripping the sheets so tightly that you fear you’ll tear them. He draws out your pleasure to the point where you beg for mercy. When you try to shake him off, he snarls.

The air whistles with the speed and force of his palm against your ass. You shriek. He grabs your leash at the very base and yanks it back. “I’ve not had my fill yet. Weren’t you listening? We stop when I say so.” His fingerfucking becomes more intense, and despite the pain you can’t help but moan. “See? You’ll come to love it more and more.”

“Sir,” you sob. “Please, sir. Hurts. I’ll do anything else, just please —”

Suddenly, his weight leaves you entirely. You collapse, half-kneeling as your upper body slumps onto the bed. Beneath your head, the fabric quickly dampens with tears. Beside you, the mattress dips. You lift your gaze, meeting the General’s blown-out pupils. By now, your eyes have more or less adjusted to the room’s pitch darkness, and you can just barely make out the silhouette that bears those glowing eyes. They shimmer with equal measures lust and disdain. That is the man you’ve sold yourself to. A tug on your leash shatters your thoughts. “I suppose I’ll have mercy on you for now, since you’ve not been properly broken in yet. Come closer and open your mouth. I’ll use that hole until the other is less sensitive.”

“Thank you, sir,” you rasp out. You shuffle to him on your knees, settling between his legs. A few buttons pop before his fingers curl into your hair, carefully guiding your head to his crotch. The General caresses your cheek as you lean in. You flinch as he taps his cockhead against your parted lips, but take a deep, shaky breath and flick your tongue out. His skin is smooth and soft, with little taste other than a distinct saltiness that makes your face scrunch up. Above you, he groans. His nails scrape your scalp. You continue with little kitten licks, your hands rising up to grip his thighs as you start to move down his shaft.

“That’s it, just like that… mmm, such a good human. Your tongue is so warm…” He lets out a deep, guttural noise as you reach up to cradle his balls in one hand. “Yesss… hah… lift your head and open wide so I can fuck your mouth, now. Don’t stop that hand of yours.”

You obey easily. He guides you to envelop a few inches of his shaft in your mouth, your tongue pulsing against the salty skin. He pushes your head down further. At the same time, his hips surge up, and you gag when his cockhead hits the back of your mouth. Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts a steady pace. It’s hard to breathe, but you pull in unsteady breaths through your nose each time he pulls you up before he shoves you back down to his base. One of his hands sneaks down to your neck and feels at the front of your throat.

“Ahhh, I can feel it. Right here.” He holds your head down and presses a finger against the slight bulge that’s formed. “You make such a good little cocksleeve.”

Squirming, you squeeze your eyes shut and whine around him. The General only laughs cruelly. Only when you begin to swat frantically at his thigh as you start to lose feeling in your fingers does he let you come up for air. You cough and gasp, snot and tears and drool dripping down your face. You look up at him with bleary eyes, his dark silhouette blurry along the edges. There’s a prolonged moment of silence.

Then, he leans down and murmurs, “Color?”

You lean your cheek against his thigh. It takes a few seconds for your foggy brain to formulate an answer, but you rasp out, “Green.”

For a moment, the hand in your hair gives you a gentle pet. Then, it turns hard once more and yanks you back to his cock. You let your jaw hang open, but he still presses his thumb to your bottom lip to keep your mouth open wide as he starts fucking your throat again. You grasp at the fabric of his pants, choking on your spit every time he draws back. When you glance up, you see his shadowed silhouette lounging back, holding himself up on one elbow.

“Hah… I can’t wait… a-ah… can’t wait until you’re properly trained. I’ll take you to — shit! — every function I have to attend. And the nobles will look and… and wish they had a little human whore half as perfect as mine…” Suddenly, his hands fly up to grip your head on both sides and push you down. You make a tiny noise of alarm, jerking against his steel grip on instinct. “Stay still, pet. I want to come down… your… ah —!”

You flinch, eyes going wide as his cock twitches in your throat and pulses on your tongue. Hot come fills your mouth, and even though you try to back off, he holds you in place. One hand drifts over to your face and pinches your nose. You have no choice but to swallow. Only when static starts to crackle in your ears does he let you up. You choke and cough and try to wipe away your tears even though they cover your hot cheeks.

“Good human,” coos the General. You sniffle and duck your head. He clicks his tongue and tugs your leash, forcing you to look up into his glowing eyes. “Head up, now. We’re almost done breaking you in. You should be less tender now, yes?”

Slowly, you nod. He hums in approval.

“Good. Get back on the bed. All fours.”

You open your mouth, try to speak, and cringe when you can only make a raspy noise. You swallow once, twice, then whisper, “Yes, sir.” As you clamber onto the bed, your tingling legs protest. Your face burns as you shuffle gracelessly into position, barely supported by your shaking limbs. A tug on your leash, followed shortly by the mattress dipping behind you, tells you where the General is. He’s still mostly clothed as he settles at your back. Only his hardening cock is bare, sliding wetly along the cleft of your ass.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you. Still… you should thank me, human, for letting your little hole recover.” He teases two fingers against your weeping slit. Your hips jerk.

“Th-thank you, sir.”

Without further warning, he thrusts into your cunt, filling you completely. You let out a startled moan. Falling to your elbows, you use what little leverage you have to rock back into him. He starts a rapid pace, drilling you into the bed as he curls himself over your back. His clothes rub up against the raw stripes of pain criss-crossing your skin, pulling hisses and sobs from you over and over again. It hurts so good, you can’t stop yourself from clenching around him with each pass. For his part, he’s reduced to snarling moans and grunting. He sounds like an animal in heat, and the way his claws sink into your haunches and his sharp teeth scrape over the nape of your neck only add to the impression. You barely register the fingers that creep down to rub and pinch your clit, but when they do you wail, jerking and clawing at the sheets while the General laughs in your ear.

“Do you like that? Make that noise again for me, pet.” He doesn’t let up, and you collapse as your orgasm hits you. Your body going limp doesn’t stop him from fucking you, and you start crying in earnest as he pounds your aching cunt.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t! Please, sir!”

“Take it,” he snarls. He reaches up and tweaks your nipple painfully, twisting and squeezing while he ignores your pleas for mercy. You're sure that you'll bruise by the morning. His stamina is almost terrifying; there's no sign that he's anywhere close to coming.

A sudden yank on your leash forces you to sit up, back arching against his chest. Your trembling hands scrabble desperately at the collar around your neck. You gasp for air, your voice strangled as you beg and moan.

You flinch when he takes one of your earlobes between his teeth. "One more. Together, this time. You can do it, can't you?"

You shake your head. Between labored breaths you exclaim, "No! I can't! Oh, god!"

"Shh, you can, you can. Be a good little human for me, now." He starts massaging your clit beneath his fingers, pulling yelps from you. With every forceful thrust, your pussy spasms around his shaft. He groans into the crook of your neck, his fingers working you harder and harder while you struggle against the collar. A guttural growl is your only warning before his hips connect with yours one last time with a wet slap. Heat fills you, overflowing to the point where it leaks out onto your thighs. Even though you feel you can't possibly give the General another orgasm, he rubs you furiously and bites into your shoulder. You tremble in his arms. Somehow, you manage one last weak orgasm. All you do is whimper.

He holds you in place for a minute longer as you both catch your breaths. All at once, the leash goes slack. You fall forward, panting and sniffling softly. Behind you, you feel Lilia shuffle around on the mattress before the collar around your neck is removed. He strokes along your spine with gentle fingers.

"Are you still with me, darling?" he asks, voice breaking through the fog in your brain. You roll onto your back. The sheets immediately irritate the marks left by his whip earlier, and you hiss at the sting. Lilia makes a small, worried noise. He glances off to the side, then snaps his fingers. The bedside lamp flickers on, casting the room in a dim yellow glow. "Oh dear. Let's get something to soothe your skin. I'm going to be right back, is that alright?"

You nod. He helps you shift back onto your stomach, zips himself up, and hurries out of the bedroom. You’re not sure if you fall asleep for a few minutes or if he’s just that fast, but the next thing you know, he’s back. The bed dips behind you, and you shudder with relief as he rubs aloe gel into your back. You sigh and shut your eyes, letting the cooling sensation turn you into putty in his hands. Lilia laughs as you practically purr beneath him, lashes fluttering as you fight back the urge to pass out.

“Good?”

“Mhm…”

“Now, now, don’t fall asleep on me yet! At least let me change the sheets!” He scoops you up, snickering as you grumble and squirm, and sets you down on one of the plush chairs in the corner of the bedroom. You curl up and rest your cheek on your arm to watch him strip the bed of the soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones. You yawn. He turns to you and wags a finger in mock reprimand. “What did I just say?”

“The sheets’re changed,” you mumble. Another yawn. Grinning, Lilia rolls his eyes and trots over to carry you back to the bed. You wriggle beneath him as he takes a wipette and a washcloth to your crotch, whining and kicking lamely at him. “Can’t we just sleep, Lils?”

“Then you’ll just complain in the morning that we’re ‘all crusty and gross!’” He pinches your thigh and dodges another halfhearted kick.

He finishes cleaning you up, and you immediately squirm under the covers. You watch him change into a pair of briefs from beneath the edge of the blanket. “Maybe I wanna be crusty and gross with you.”

“Oh? Then I’ll take you on your word next time! Crusty and gross under crusty, gross blankets.” Lilia leans back, hands on the small of his back. You hear a series of pops, followed by a groan of relief. With that, he dives under the covers with you. You scoot away from him with a quiet grunt of mock disgust.

“Changed my mind.”

He guffaws at that. He wraps himself around you, rubbing his cheek against your collarbone and looking up at you with those big, affectionate ruby eyes. “You’ll break this old man’s heart if you keep talking like that, my darling.”

“Uh-huh.” You return his embrace, looping one leg around his hips as you settle in. “You seemed a lot taller earlier,” you comment.

“Mmm, I suppose I seemed a lot taller back in my prime, as well.” Lilia gives a quiet, thoughtful hum. “Are you disappointed, then?”

“No. Never. It’s just… interesting.” You run your fingers through his hair. It’s soft and flows easily through your fingers, even the parts that he’s probably bleached and dyed a hundred thousand times before. “Thank you, by the way. For indulging my weird fantasies… ah… did you like it?”

“Very, very much, dear. It made me feel young again, even!”

You laugh softly, closing your eyes. “Did you do things like that when you were younger?”

“No,” he says. You feel a puff of breath against your skin. “There was no time for such things, and my view of humans was far more… uncharitable.”

“So you wouldn’t have fucked me like that in the past. Gotcha.” You burst into giggles when he jabs his fingers into your sides. He tickles you mercilessly until you’re crying with laughter and trying to shove him away to catch your breath. Panting, you roll onto your back and swipe at your tears with one hand. You glance over at Lilia, who’s lying propped up on his side with that smug grin of his.

“Perhaps I would have if it’d shut your smart little mouth, sweetling,” he coos. “And maybe a cute human bed warmer would have done me some good. Who knows!”

“Unfortunately for you, you just have me.”

Lilia shakes his head. He reaches out and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “Fortunately for me, I have a lovely human partner right here.” Pressing your cheek against his chest, you smile shyly. He chuckles and pets your head. “Let’s do another scene like this sometime,” he says. “Perhaps we could even make use of Diasomnia’s old dungeon.”

Your eyes go wide and you squirm in his embrace as you try to look up at him. “Wait, your dorm has a dungeon?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead grinning impishly. With the snap of his fingers, the lights go out. You wriggle more, but Lilia just holds you tighter and refuses to elaborate. “Good night, my dear! Sweet dreams!”

“Lilia!”

[oddberryshortcake]

Cries in peak fiction over Lilia telling Malleus that he wants to learn more about humans through Silver and he wants to see if he can truly love humans from the bottom of his heart

And Malleus asks, “but what if you cannot love him?”

To which Lilia replies “don’t jump to conclusions so quickly, there’s still plenty of time”

What’s the answer Lilia??? Can you truly love him??

[krenenbaker]

Rook Ballet Headcanons!

Now that we know Rook has CANONICALLY started taking ballet lessons, these are some thoughts I have as to some of his possible preferences with it! While I know that he's still learning the basics, if he were to continue further, he would probably get quite good!

He already has some of the necessary core and upper-body strength for ballet, and I'm sure that the cardio aspect wouldn't be a huge challenge for him, either. However, he stated in his Platinum Jacket vignette that he has struggled some with balance and ankle stability, so for the most part, he would be primarily working to strengthen his leg muscles - specifically those of the hip, thigh, and ankle - and increasing overall flexibility. With that work, in combination with the poise and grace he already has in his movements, he could become a fantastic danseur!

Now, for his preferences...

To begin, his uniform: I see Rook as likely preferring tights rather than shorts, and a leotard rather than a shirt. He'd also likely choose a cap or short sleeve over a tank, at least for the most part. and he seems as if he'd be quite drawn to a zip-front (or high-neck) leotard.

He'd also prefer grey canvas ballet slippers, grey tights, and a white leotard, though there's a chance he'd wear black slippers and tights instead.

For reference, Rook's preferred dancewear would be somewhat like this:

or perhaps this:

He'd also need to tie his hair back, of course, as he does for P.E., Beanfest, etc. (It would be wise for him to pin back the loose strands, too... though chances are, he wouldn't do that, except for recitals.)

Now, for the steps, I've added in some video examples, in case you aren't familiar with ballet terminology.

I'll begin with what Rook may struggle with, at least at first. Based on his main problem areas (ankle stability and balance), any sort of step which involves being en relevé ("on rise" on ones' toes) would be somewhat difficult, as well as some centre work. Grand pliés and développés in the centre would likely be hard for him when he first begins, until he has toned the proper muscles. And for a similar reason, he may struggle with turns, especially fouettés, pirouettes, and chaînés. Rook may dislike chaînés especially, as even with proper spotting technique, they can be quite disorienting.

However, he'd LOVE things like cabrioles, Italian pas de chat (in this video, alternating with glissés), saut de Basque, jeté en tournant, tour jeté, and similar steps. They each have a certain... sensation about them; when performed, these steps give a feeling of almost soaring through the air. He'd find them to be beautiful, and powerful to both perform and watch.

Rook would also adore the fluidity of pas de valse / balancé, and have a lot of fun with exercises which feature them!

he'd also love dancing any sort of pas de deux, even if he didn't have much chance to do it. being able to feel the interplay and balance between him and his partner, and build that sense of trust would be fantastically beautiful to him, possibly even more than watching a pas de deux.

There are likely a number of other steps and various variations (perhaps the Coppélia Act I Franz variation, for example?) which Rook would find to be enjoyable during his time taking ballet. And - should he continue with dance - Rook may just find another form of art he falls in love with!